The Parade of a Thousand Amnesiacs Suffering from Bluetooth Virus

One good turn deserves another...


Well, not this time around. I'm here to rant.


It was only the beginning of the year when I bought my mobile; my last having been stolen days before my birthday. Well, anyways, this "new" phone has died. It has contracted some virus and it just failed on me.


The phone now is in the hands of its retailer for the moment, and they're trying to resurrect it from oblivion.


Right now, I'm using a spare. And it really is... spare, that is... in all the different definition and connotation of that word. Spare.


And the happiness doesn't stop there. Before I left that little piece of fecal matter called a nokia at the shop, the tech guy just informed me that all data on the phone will be lost. Irreparably, irretrievably, lost; gone forever. What I am trying to take my sweet time saying is: I have lost ALL contact information. Every bit of name and number I've accumulated over the year is gone.


And I am not happy about it. No one would be.




published in friendster blog November 28, 2006 at 4:39 pm 

the can-can of the extinct dodo bird accompanied by a string quartet of inebriated satyrs and a backup of nymphs under the influence of marijuana

Once again, I did some unspeakable act.


I committed sabotage.


Self-sabotage.


Words fail me. I don't know what to say to express this leaden feeling in my chest cavity.




published in friendster blog November 6, 2006 at 4:48 pm

bottled, pickled, preserved

I am pissed so early in the morning, and I can't think straight. I want to bitch and rant and scream till my eyes pop out. But that would mean degrading myself (and in public, no less), and that would be detrimental to my self-esteem. So I wouldn't do it.


Hello, passive-aggressive behavior. I am your slave.


It's such hard work keeping your anger in check. You feel your temperature rising, steam coming out of every pore of your body, limbs tensing, ears reddening, and you just want to chop somebody's head off...with a blunt instrument...a spoon, maybe.


Unfortunately, in this day and age, the ways of the caveman is shunned by the populace. It's just not...civilized. And very messy, indeed. And so, I, like many people before me, have been taught to bottle up my anger, and express it in some other useful way...like art, maybe, or music (cue in Marilyn Manson, Metallica, Eminem). If you can't express your anger through random acts of killing, maybe you can sell them as art, and infect the masses. And make money out of it.


Not that I have anything against said artists, or something, matter of fact, I do on occassion, enjoy their music. It's just that they have found their niche in the world, and I haven't...yet.


But still, I am pissed. I've been trying to write this piece in the hopes of maybe alleviating it, but I think I'm losing that battle. I still want to bitch and rant and make someone's head explode. Having to bottle up anger has never really suited me. It makes me break out in hives. And it ruins my enjoyment of the day. And now, redirecting it doesn't seem to work either.


Maybe, I'd do better with a song, or a poem...or a novel. But my concentration is shot; and i don't have the time...




published in friendster blog October 25, 2006 at 6:06 pm

on sickness

I am sick. I have been for the past four days. I hate it.


I am weak, I am sore, I am unfocused. And all I can think about is this disease. And such an eyesore, this is, eyes all read and puffy, nose aswell and runny, and my hearing is impaired too!


And such burden! I can't even perform tasks that were so easy, so elementary when I wasn't sick. It seems that everything takes double-time, like I'm in slow-mo, or something.


But what I trully hate about being sick is that it reminds me of my own mortality. We all like to feel immortal and invincible all the time, and being sick is the equivalent of being immersed in the full glow of kryptonite (if you're Superman) or bombarded with high frequency sonic waves (if you're Venom). And nobody likes that!


Forget about the high cost of getting sick, everything is expensive, nowadays. What I'm bitching about is the loss of opportunity! In these span of days that I am sick, I could have done more things that I need done. I could have been to places, or could have enjoyed more! But no! This sickness has impaired me so.




published in friendster blog October 18, 2006 at 6:31 pm

Rainy days and Mondays

Oh, how I hate the rain!!!


Especially when I have to go to work on such a rainy day. Being cold-blooded, I need the sunshine to perk me up for the day's slave labors, and I can't very well get my morning fix with the clouds casting their cold shadow upon me.


And today being Monday and all... it just makes my tasks feel more like work!




published on friendster blog August 13, 2006 at 10:36 pm 

The Day of the Anti-Christ

Today is June 6, 2006. In numerical terms: 06-06-06, or put simply, 666. Yup, the Dragon's number (I say dragon for you wont find the words satan, demon, or anti-christ anywhere in the Revelation; the author uses that word: dragon), and everyone is, in their own quirky ways, fidgety about today. Some even reacting to the point where they think armageddon would strike at any moment today. And some are acting like they would on a Friday-the-Thirteenth; as if any action would cause their misfortune, or worse, demise. Funny how that thinking came about...


Today also marks the release of a film; which i believe is a remake of some old 80s shocker; The Omen. I must say, that film is really capitalizing on the common peon's paranoia. Here we have a boy, born on the fateful day of the triple sixes, who exhibits a propensity for homicide but executes it so seamlessly that it would always look like an accident. Then the clerics come and announce to the doting parents that their son is indeed the anti-christ, as evidenced by the cute little birthmark shaped like a circle of sixes. I never got to see how that movie ended, and I don't think I will see how the remake ends as well. I just don't have the patience for watching the film.


I do not have anything against superstitious people, but letting superstition run (or more likely, ruin) your life is just not acceptable. It shouldn't be common fare. Sure, heed the old'un's advise, but at least look into its logic. Blind obedience is so passe.


published on friendster blog June 6, 2006

Intro

Everything must start at the beginning.


And this starts my online flirting with the written word. This isn't the first time I'd write the crap running through my brain, though; only the first time I'll take a shot at shoving down my thoughts on anyone unfortunate enough to ever read my collumn.


I'm used to writing my thoughts whenever I get the urge; but why in this medium now? Well, i don't know... maybe the cost of paper has risen too high; or I'm tired of getting callouses on my hands from excessive pen handling; or maybe typing is just easier. Whatever the case, it's here now, and -- hopefully -- it stays.


But what to write about? It's not as if I have the most incredible life filled with adventures and action sequences; my life's very mundane, if you ask me. And it's not like I have the courage to write about each and every detail of my life -- that would be very presumptuous, indecent and indescreet of me. And I don't like to be any of those things.


But still... what to write about? Anything under the sun? Slected topics and life experiences? The books I've read, the people I see, the places I've been to? BORING!!! So, what do I write? Well, those things enumerated above, what else! It's my weblog and I'll write what I want to -- that is, if I don't edit myself first. Hahaha!!!


published on friendster blog June 1, 2006 at 5:42 pm